Near Los Angeles
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A small figure stumbled through the long grass. In his right hand he wielded a miniature wooden sword, in his right a simple shield of the same material.
"I am the Black Knight," a light boy's voice croaked. "Everyone is afraid of me."
To express his "threat," he increased his speed. But since his body was stuck in a bulky, much too long sack that hindered his movements, his little feet stumbled, and he fell awkwardly to the ground.
This did not stop the "knight" from immediately picking himself up and marching on. Impatiently, he tugged at the smaller bag he had placed over his head. A rectangle crookedly cut out with scissors was obviously meant to represent the open visor of a helmet. Due to the fall, however, the much too large sack had slipped and now blocked the boy's view.
Another child's voice could be heard. "Evil Black Knight, where are you? Come out and fight, you coward!" A similarly disguised toddler ran up, a little girl in tow.
Meanwhile, the wanted "man" had managed to put his "helmet" back on properly and looked angrily at his "opponent". "I'm not a coward! And I'll save Isabel from the dragon."
"No! There's no dragon here, and you're the evil knight," objected the other.
"I'm not evil!"
"But you are!"
"No. I don't want to be the bad guy all the time. And I'm saving Isabel."
"But you wear black armor so that everyone is afraid of you. Only the bad guys do that!" the little boy explained with conviction.
"Can we finally play properly?" grumbled the girl, who was obviously the aforementioned Isabel. "This is no fun."
"Then let's fight," shouted the "black knight", brandishing his sword menacingly.
Suddenly, the whinnying of a horse could be heard, so the other boy didn't have a chance to accept the challenge.
Startled, the three stopped playing and looked in the direction the noise had come from. Apparently, riders were nearby and heading straight for them.